The next week I didn't have the heart to go back to Mrs. Smith's and cancelled our Sunday lunch.
Sabine and I were getting along, having fun, going out. Everything seemed fine. Whenever we were around other people we were tender, kissing, showing off. But when we were alone things were not as you would have excepted them to be. Our kisses were distant, nothing really passionate about them.
As a result our relationship was started to get strained. There was obviously something wrong with the physical side of it. I didn't have the heart to play around with her. How could I when I felt the only thing that would arouse me was Mrs. Smith's breast. It was as if I/Tristan had drunk the love potion with Mrs. Smith instead of with Sabine/Isolde. Whenever I was looking at Sabine's small chest, Mrs Smith's humongous balloons would come to my mind; same thing with Sabine's small rear end compared to Mr's Smith's gigantic sphere.
I skipped another lunch with Mrs. Smith; I was afraid that seeing her would make things even worse. I had a real hard time not bringing her into my fantasies. Actually the only way I knew of, was by not thinking of sex all together; but you must know how easy that is! Finally went back to her. She sounded happy when I told her on the phone that I would come, and she welcomed me at the door with a full embrace. It was hard not to melt when looking at her nice loving face. I pressed myself against her soft body; at first with only loving platonic thoughts in mind, but after feeling her voluptuous mass in my arms, sex reminded itself with a vengeance and I had to move away, even though the only thing I wanted was to remain glued to her enormous body.
We had a good time. She asked me how things were doing. I didn't get into the sex details, just letting her know that Sabine and I were having fun together . I'm sure she guessed from what I was not saying that things were not all that wonderful but she didn't point this out. Instead she was getting into my stories, listening, asking for more details. She was not letting on anything of what she had said two weeks before.
During our time together I was trying not to look at her flesh. It was difficult as my mind was riveted to her. It was especially hard as the warmth of spring had arrived and she was wearing a light dress with short sleeves, showing abundant cleavage, and a good part of her fat legs and arms. Even though I was not "looking" I think I could see her nipples pushing through the dress. While we were talking, my eyes were trying to remain on her own eyes; but her cleavage, and her white boobs starting way before the cut of her dress, were constantly calling for my attention
The following week, Sabine probed me into figuring out what was wrong, and I managed to avoid the discussion for a while. Finally I made up my mind and decided to break up. But how was I going to do that? Who could give me some advice but Mrs. Smith? I called her, told her about my decision, and asked whether she could help me. She said she would be happy to oblige.
After that, my mind was made up, and I could think of Mrs. Smith again. I masturbated our last erotic encounter, thinking how we could continue the breast holding episode... I would stand up and remove her shirt, then her bra; admiring the two beautiful heavy breasts hanging free. She would then lie back down, letting her breasts rest, falling some on the side but still plain and full on her chest like two round hills with a tower on top. I would grab those hills in my hand and massage them, suck them, lick them...
The next Sunday while Sabine was away, I was at Mrs. Smith's, telling her that she had been right, even though she was evil! We both smiled.
- So what do you think of the best way to break up with her.
- Let's go in my quarters as we have to be pretty open.
...
- I don't think you want to tell her that you love fat girls, and she is too skinny for you. Even though this has nothing to do with her, there is a good chance that she will take it personally. And even though she appears to be a nice person, break-ups are never easy and she may turn mean; telling you things that you don't want to hear, even telling you things about me. Knowing you, I don't think you will like it and you may react the wrong way and then tell too much, if you see what I mean...
Yes I saw what she meant. Getting angry could very well get me to spill the beans while singing the praises of Mrs. Smith. And yes I could get angry! Just hearing the possibility that she might say something disparaging about my beloved Mrs. Smith was already getting me irrational.
- What I advise you to do is to tell her that you realized that you are not ready for a serious relationship, that you really like her, that you wish you were ready to let yourself love her but that going any further would not be fair to her, and actually even taking advantage of her.
- I love it, I think it will go very well.
Then the gratitude I felt for her good advice and my particularly strong attraction to her made me want to be in her very badly. The tip of my penis was crying out for her literally. She was sitting on the bed and I sat close to her, feeling with my hip her big buttocks moving out from under, and putting my arm around her wide shoulders to kiss her.
She pushed me away.
- No Mitch, not yet. First you break up and then you come back.
- You want to kill me... What about just a hug and a kiss?
With a knowing smile she said
- OK a hug not too tight and a not too open kiss.
She stood up; I took her huge body in my arms and, ignoring what she had just said and with a big smile, pressed myself against her fat belly and huge boobs; pressing my mouth to hers and pushing my tongue slowly inside her mouth.
This is a good opportunity to describe "the hug" with Mrs. Smith.
Before the hug, as we approach each other Mrs. Smith seems to start filling up all the space available with her mass. I start feeling smaller in front of her even though I'm at least four inches taller. We come close and the time extends; seconds becomes minutes. I open my arm wide to circle her flesh. Her smell becomes stronger. Whether it's the perfume or her natural scent which wins depending on the time of the day it's always sexy and wonderful.
She brings her arm up and wide and pushes her chest forward towards me. My arms reach down to her back and her arms get to my neck. Once I reach her back, I get a more pressing feeling of her boobs on my lower chest and her belly on my crotch. We pull each other closer. I move my left arm up on her shoulder, my hand on her neck; my right hand circles around her back, or goes up to to her left shoulder, goes down to her rump, sometimes under her underwear to the top of her ass crack if her attire allows. She brings her fat arms to my cheeks and pulls my head down so our cheeks can touch each other and our mouths gently kiss. At this point there is even more pressure on our fronts, I can feel her big belly pushing my dick and her boobs pressed against me. I can feel her pelvis tilting and pushing towards me underneath the expense of her flesh, trying to bring her crotch upwards and closer to me. I also push my penis towards her as if I'm going to penetrate her through our clothes.
Sometimes I bring my mouth down to her neck to get more of her scent. She gently kisses my ear. I push my belly forward to get more sense of her boobs and belly. We hold the position this way, as long as circumstances allow. It is heavenly. Even when it is only a split second, like when her family is around, it still gives me the same effect and I just want to be there glued against her for ever.
This time, after enlacing each other, we moved around a little while; my belly pushed forward, my hands pressing her rolls of fat in he back, my mouth pressing hers; my dick pushed against her belly. But then she said.
- Now we need to stop or "I" won't be able to stop. You bad boy go, break up and come back to me.
I left and looked for Sabine on campus.
